Me, while driving out to feed my aunt’s cows on her farm: Wouldn’t it be nice to live in the country?
The Boy: Can I get a four wheeler?
The Boy: How about a Polaris?
Me: That’s just another word for four wheeler.
The Boy: How about a motorcycle?
Me: Do you think I grew you so one day you could wreck a four wheeler and have your skull split open and have your brains fly everywhere?
The Boy: Well, that’s family friendly.
The Girl: I put on my jammies and brushed my teeth without being asked. How do ya like them apples?